047 | (Forty-six) Escape
After the end.
Xie Qingyan didn't even have time to catch her breath before she quickly pulled up her pants using both hands and feet.
Ignoring the sticky feeling all over her body and the lack of any tenderness, she pushed away Su Xingmao, who was burying his head in her neck and rubbing against her, as soon as she finished.
His breath was so hot, like sparks burning into her heart, making her momentarily confused and disoriented.
Xie Qingyan was eager to return to normal. She shook off Su Xingmao like she was throwing away a hot potato, jumped off the table, panting and glaring at him. Their lingering affection lasted less than half a day before they became strangers.
Su Xingmao paused, watching silently as Xie Qingyan retreated three steps, avoiding him like a raging flood or a ferocious beast, before turning and fleeing.
The hem of the school uniform fluttered in a sharp gust of wind, like a knife, striking Su Xingmao's face directly.
A slight sting. He stared blankly as she flung open the art room door, turned around without hesitation, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang that echoed down the entire corridor.
The blood quickly drained from her cheeks, leaving her lips and skin pale.
Su Xingmao slowly lowered his head, his five fingers clenching together, gripping the air, and clenching his empty hand. The desire quickly subsided from his body, and the damp sweat on his forehead had not yet dissipated; he felt an absurd coldness.
It was so embarrassing; she ran away.
He ran out with lightning speed.
She cast aside all her emotions, her ears filled only with the rapid beating of her heart and the hurried sound of the wind rushing past her nose.
It was blowing hard.
Even as the lingering heat of late summer hit his face, Xie Qingyan forcibly suppressed his rapid heartbeat.
As my pace slowed, my breath filled my lungs, and the sounds of the surroundings gradually returned to my ears: the chirping of cicadas, the clatter of basketballs, and the footsteps of students.
With everything back to normal, Xie Qingyan felt somewhat relieved.
After calming down, she thought about Su Xingmao's words again. She couldn't help but wonder why Su Xingmao would say she wanted to... fuck her, have sex with her?
Is it just to satisfy sexual desire?
Xie Qingyan couldn't quite figure it out, but his sixth sense told him that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
Their relationship is spiraling out of control.
bother.
So annoying!
Xie Qingyan felt a surge of unease.
Why did she impulsively agree to play the kitten game with Su Xingmao because of her desires?
The situation is getting increasingly out of control. He's even brazenly causing trouble at school. Luckily, there are no security cameras in the art room...
What should we do next? We should find a way to sever ties with him as soon as possible.
What method? What method?
She bit her fingernails, pacing aimlessly, not knowing where to go. She wandered around the playground for half an hour before slowly returning to the classroom.
She didn't want to arrive at the same time as Su Xingmao, so she tried her best to avoid being there at the same time as him.
Xie Qingyan planned to sneak in through the back door quietly.
Zhou Hanyu was filling in words on the blackboard with a piece of chalk when she saw her push the door open. Zhou Hanyu looked her up and down and said, "Oh, you're so bored that you went to PE class?"
"What?" Xie Qingyan frowned.
Zhou Hanyu nodded her with his chin: "Look, your face is so red."
The lingering blush on her cheeks brought Xie Qingyan back to her senses.
It seems she's not calm enough.
Xie Qingyan gave a perfunctory answer: "I was feeling irritable, so I ran a few laps."
"You've really made something of yourself! The guy who always had to skip PE class is now voluntarily running laps," Zhou Hanyu exclaimed in amazement.
Xie Qingyan didn't have time to pay attention.
She desperately needed to cool her face, so she leaned back onto her desk, pressing her cheek against the cool wooden board and fanning herself with her hands.
A handsome figure strode in unhurriedly through the front door, his long legs taking large strides. He walked back to the classroom in just a few steps, his gaze casually glancing at her.
Xie Qingyan stared at him blankly.
Su Xingmao withdrew his gaze, returned to his seat, quietly opened a book, and began writing on his test paper with a few quick strokes of his pen.
Unexpectedly, Su Xingmao also came back so late. She couldn't help but look at his lower body and saw that his school uniform had some wrinkles. She maliciously speculated that this guy might have been hiding and masturbating.
Although unlikely.
But Xie Qingyan now harbors evil intentions towards Su Xingmao.
She looked up at the sky with a sense of despair, then lowered her gaze to the clock directly above the podium, watching the second hand slowly make its way around the clock, making each minute seem incredibly long.
For the first time, Xie Qingyan looked forward to the arrival of her senior year of high school. She wished time would pass quickly so she could graduate, go abroad, and get far away from him.
The next few days passed peacefully, and Xie Qingyan pondered how to end the relationship. Initially, she verbally agreed to a domineering treaty, but he spun her around with his sophistry. A face-to-face negotiation was definitely out of the question.
We must find a legitimate and reliable reason.
As she was lost in thought, Zheng Hui leaned over and snapped his fingers loudly across her face: "What are you thinking about? You're always daydreaming."
Xie Qingyan sighed, "It's nothing."
"Tell me about it, bro?" Zheng Hui had been observing her closely for several days. Every time she entered the classroom, she had a gloomy face, as if someone owed him eight million.
Xie Qingyan didn't want to pay attention to him, but his eyes suddenly turned to Xie Qingyan's angular face. He solemnly lifted his face from the table and conceived a big plan.
She thought to herself, "We're good partners who've been through thick and thin together. It shouldn't be too difficult to get him to act in a movie, right?"
Without thinking, she whispered a message to him.
A note was tossed over.
"Hey, do you have someone you like?"
Zheng Hui unfolded the document and immediately turned red, as if someone had stepped on her foot. She jumped up in a panic and suddenly raised her voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
It was lunch break time, and the noise was a bit too loud, attracting some glances.
"Keep your voice down," Xie Qingyan said impatiently, lowering her voice. "Stop pretending. Do you have it or not?"
Zheng Hui, usually a carefree person, turned completely red-faced. He stammered, his eyes darting back and forth between Xie Qingyan's face. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, unable to utter any more words. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "...Don't ask me."
He left those words behind, then turned and stammered that the band still had to rehearse, before fleeing in panic.
"Sigh...you!" Xie Qingyan shook his head in disappointment at Zheng Hui's unwavering stance. He cursed him inwardly as a coward; he didn't even dare to answer a simple question. He was probably not capable of putting on a show in front of Su Xingmao.
His gaze swept forward a step and stopped in front of Zheng Hui.
A head was buried in her arms, her hoodie covering her messy black hair, with only her prickly little hair sticking out playfully. Her long wrist rested in the crook of her arm, her slender fingers half-open and half-closed, loosely forming a fist.
The veins on the back of his hand were green, and the small green hills seemed to meander into the dark blue sleeves, like the continuous mountain peaks disappearing into the darkening blue sky.
Her hands were just as beautiful as those of others, only her skin was a bit darker and her wrists weren't pinkish-white; they looked more like a latte with seven parts milk added.
...By the way, what did Zhou Jianyang say in the note he gave her last time?
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